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Two days had passed since my meeting with L. Means that a ‘business day’ had come. Honestly I really didn’t know how it’s going to be with him. If with other clients I could understand at once how they would behave, in this case I really didn’t know what to expect. I percepted him as a guy, who’s always in a rush, and maybe that’s why it was hard for me to figure out what he was like in THAT sense. So while I was preparing to our meeting I remained in a total ignorance. My client was living nearby, so we decided that I’m gonna come to his place.

At 8 PM I was there. L lived in one of my favorite areas of Rome in a small, but pretty nice and cosy apartment. What I noticed at once was that today he was totally different, not like at our previous meeting. He was much calmer, he was…much more friendly, he was not in a rush and yes, this time he had different glasses – for reading. It made him look different as well. And to tell the truth I liked that so called…’tuning’.

He offered me to have a sit and told me that he bought some beer for me. Hmm…even if he didn’t buy it specially for me, the fact that he just told it was sweet. So we were drinking beer, sitting in his living room and chatting. As usual at the beginning it’s kind of a phase of ‘breaking the eyes’. I saw that he was trying to make me feel with him as much comfortable as it was possible and I was doing the same from my side. L was a pretty talkative guy, so we didn’t have problems about the topics of our conversation. After 20 miutes, I found out pretty many details about his life. But to my surprise listening to him was not annoying, it was interesting actually. Then we switched to music subject (as I’m a musician it was my WEAKEST point) and…and suddenly I had seen in his personality something new. Something that I didn’t know he had. He was as crazy about music as me. He had a really good taste. And he was one of those few people who could introduce me to something new and qualitative. I need to confirm that at that point he really impressed me, didn’t expect. And there was also one thing…suddenly I’ve got a feeling that he reminded me of somebody. But still I couldn’t understand who. “Ok, I will remember later” I thought…

So meanwhile we continued talking about music. Yes, we connected mentally pretty well, but still there was some barrier on a physical level. We still were sitting on the different sides of the sofa. I didn’t do anything on purpose, no first steps from my side. I was really interested to see how he was going to approach me. So I just was sitting and observing. L decided to show me some music video that he liked. And it was a very good strategy. Because to see this video I had to move closer to him to see the monitor of his laptop which he had on his knees. So of course I moved closer. Aaaand…first contact! Our shoulders finally touched each other! Yeeeeey! We did it! Slowly but confidently we were progressing. Sincerely I don’t remember any client with who it took me ONE HOUR just to get touched with shoulders! But I don’t complain. I liked this kinda ‘gentlemanness’ he had. And of course my cigarette…My cigarette was ALWAYS lighted by him only.

It turned out that L was a guy with a good sense of humor. He made me laugh a lot. And of course as every woman I liked it. There was also new thing that I noticed in him – my client was pretty charismatic. He had this special charm which not every man had. And suddenly I understood. I finally understood who he was reminding me of – the man who was my first, longest, the most painful and of course unrequited love. For some seconds I dipped into the memories of that 7-year period of my life, when I was a teenager and when I was very far from Italy. I was looking at L and couldn’t believe to my eyes. I didn’t think that such things were possible. How come I didn’t notice that before! Similar dressing style. Similar hair color. Similar height. Similar manners, expressivity, sense of humor, love to music and…this special charm. This special charm that I was crazy about when I was a child. That case in my past left a very deep mark upon my personality and upon my life. Of course that feeling to that person had passed, but after that subconsciously in every man I met I was always trying to find the features of that person who made me have the strongest and the most beautiful feeling in my life…And now in front of my eyes was a man who had ALL those features which I was always searching for. And he…was my client.

For a second I felt a fear. Fear that those feelings could come back to me and I will suffer again. But then I thought: “C’mon, girl, you’re a pleasureseller, you’re not that child anymore, you’re stronger! So get all this damn bullshit out of your head and at least once in your life enjoy your client in a full 100%-way and get your money for that!” And actually it worked. I felt much better. And after a 1-minute trip along my memories I came back to my charismatic 39-year old client and fearlessly just enjoyed the fact that he obviously was attracted to me and I was attracted to him.

So finally after 2 HOURS of just talking and laughing we became closer physically. More body contact, more familiarity, more comfort with each other…and finally he kissed me. I felt some kind of hunger in his kiss. I didn’t know if he was a single man or not, but he kissed like somebody who was hungry for a physical pleasure – in a decisive and intensive way. I couldn’t understand at once if I liked it or not. I responded his impulses of course, and I saw that the more I responded the stronger his hunger was becoming. It made me feel some kind of power that I never felt before with a man. And I liked that feeling…

Finally we moved to the bad. Of course I started from oral sex. To tell the truth I heard pretty many times that I’m good in blowjobs, but the reaction of L was the most expressive reaction I have ever seen. He was just getting crazy. He didn’t control his body anymore. His body was controlling him. And for me…for me it was interesting. Interesting to look at him, while I was touching him, look into those wild eyes that were begging for more, feel his greedy kisses on my lips and his greedy strong hands all over my body. I had a feeling like he was trying to absorb me with all the excitement he had inside. His movements were a little bit rough and impatient. One second he was kissing me, the other second he wanted to feel my lips on his dick, the next second he wanted to kiss my breast. I think that if he had 6 hands instead of 2, and 3 mouthes instead of 1, he would capture ALL of my body and just wouldn’t let it go. We continued like this until he came. It was a strong and really long orgasm. When I was watching him during that moment, it was like something miraculous for me, because I didn’t see anything like this before. He’s body couldn’t stop shaking and he was somewhere very-very far from me. To tell the truth I was really proud of myself. If I made a man feel something like this, then I must be really not bad in bed. I think that with this man I had the most intensive oral sex ever. After all those positions that we were having that night, which I think even Kamasutra doesn’t know, I had got reaaaally tired. Damn, this guy destroyed me. But still I was excited. I still wanted to feel this man inside of me, but…BUT everything finished just with a blowjob and didn’t go further, to my regret. I felt like a child who didn’t get her candy. I damn wanted him! But what could I do? L was the one whose desires I was fulfilling that evening, not me…

So finally we dressed up and moved back to the living room. L still was in a condition of his euphoria. His face was literally shining and he was repeating ‘thank you’ constantly. And believe me, I don’t say it to show how cool I am. I write about what was really happening. After all I was very glad that my service made my client so happy. So we smoked a little bit more, talked for some more and time had come to say ‘good bye’. And here the most interesting part starts.

He tells me: “Ok, now I have to give you your gift. How would you like me to give it to you?” Hmmm…interesting question. “Give it to me in a way, in which I wouldn’t feel that I’m getting money for sex. Try to disguise it” I answered, wondering, what he’s gonna invent to satisfy my request. “Ok” he said, “then, let’s do like this – your gift is somewhere in this room. You will have to find it by yourself. And I will help you to find it, saying ‘cold’ or ‘hot’, depending how far or close you will be.” This offer really made me laugh. Again. I admit – it was original.

So ok, the game started. I stand in the middle of the living room aaaaand make my move on my left. “Mmm…cold, very cold” he said. I moved in the direction of the sofa. “Oooh…biiiiig-biiig river” he said disapprovingly. I hardly restrained myself not to burst into laugh. It was damn hilarious! I did move on the right and…”Aaah…small river”, I moved on a right some more – “Aaahh…small hot river.” Aaaaarrrrrhhh…he’s unbelievable! I touched the table and suddenly he said “Oh yes, it’s becoming hot here, I see the fire everywhere!!” And finally I found my ‘gift’ lying on the table under some books. Got it! Yeeeeey!!! I must say that if my first client gave me the money in the most tactful way, then L gave me the money in the most original and funny way.

After our game I was going to leave, but L stopped me saying his ‘thank you’ again, then he took my hand, raised it up and said loudly: “Today for you were playing X and L. Thank you, thank you guys!” “We love you!” I shouted catching L’s game at once. We bowed for our imaginary audience after our…let’s say ‘rock-concert’ then he made me turn my back to the other side and bow to the other part of the ‘audience’. “C’mon we have to bow to everybody, otherwise it’s not polite” he said very seriosly, so of course we bowed to everybody and said our ‘we love you, guys!’ again. The thing is that we were catching each other. I could catch him and he could catch me in all these kinds of our jokes. It was like…like we were reading each other.

But I had to leave. I enjoyed the time spent with L really much. Honestly I didn’t want to leave. But of course I had to. So I said “Good bye”. He said “Thank you” again and I went away with a sincere smile on my face. But as soon as I went out of his house to my surprise, my smile changed to tears. Why? Becuase it was too good. Because he had everything I was looking for all the time, because he reminded me of…

The tears kept coursing down my cheeks and I was thinking: “Interesting, such kind of a man…who can he fall in love with? Who does he spend his nights with? Who can make him get crazy? Who can make him feel that something strong? Who?! Who is that woman?! What is she like?!” I was crazy about all these thoughts. They were cutting me from inside and then I told to myself: “No, don’t even think, X. It can be any woman, but not you. You’re a pleasureseller, nothing more. Men need you only for pleasure and he needed you for pleasure as well, no matter how polite and nice he was with you. He can’t see your personality, he can’t see who you really are even if you show it. First of all you’re an instrument of pleasure. So just be grateful for the moment and forget.”

I forgot…for the sake of myself. I forgot him as a man and remembered him as a client. And actually I managed to do it. And it was right.